Before you start pelting rotten eggs at your computer screen, let me explain. First, “mental retardation” is a medical term. The IQ cut off is 69. Seventy, and you’re not retarded. Second, I have spent much of the year considering this topic, particularly since Sophie’s IQ clocked in at 83. (This was the topic of […]
Just the weekend, then it’s kindergarten. Today was the last day of pre-school. Actually, it wasn’t, because Sophie ditched. Annabelle’s camp was done so I had a sitter anyway, and when I asked, Annabelle said she’d prefer to have Sophie stay home with her. (INSERT AUDIENCE TRACK: “AHHHHHHH”.) So we didn’t really say goodbye. That’s […]
I thought I was the only one who was nervous. This morning I had a quick meeting with Gordon, Sophie’s pre-school Gordon. He has a very long beard and a very short window of time to talk — his priority is the kids, which I love. But he wanted to meet this morning to tell […]
Have you ever had a teacher crush? I didn’t know there was such a thing til I met Ms. X. Correction: The first time I met her, it was hardly love at first sight. She terrified me. I was at our neighborhood elementary school (for the first time, that was scary enough), for an evening […]
Nothing like the confirmation that your 7-year-old does most things better than you. Nine times out of 10, when I tell Sophie it’s time to do her hair, she hollers (lately she’s been looking down, stamping her foot and making a snorting noise — all too similar to a horse, I know) and refuses. The […]
I’ll never forget that right after Sophie was born, my sister said to my mother, “Well, Amy will always have someone to get a pedicure with.” I love that line. And while it’s not always true (Sophie’s certainly not up for EVERYTHING), she’s pretty game. Yesterday afternoon I asked Annabelle if she’d like to bake […]
(NOTE: SOPHIE’S PLAY DATE’S NAME IS SPELLED Niamh — I BOTCHED IT BELOW.) “Hey, she’s 5 and I’m 4 and I’m bigger than her!” Neve commented, not at all unkindly. Yes, I thought to myself, and in every way: Neve is an adorable, precocious little girl (little, though she probably DOES stand a head taller […]
I watched it. Turned out, it was a very old tape (much heavier than current VHS tapes, which I guess are lighter because they’re getting ready to go POOF altogether, followed by DVDs, leaving me screwed) with Alfred Hitchcock’s “Notorious” taped after the 1992 documentary “Educating Peter,” which a friend had given me — she […]
I rolled over this morning and noticed it on the floor, an old VHS tape, “Educating Peter” scribbled on the label. I really should shove that in the box, I thought, rolling back the other way to avoid morning and the inevitable ouslaught in the wake of a vacation. Or, I suppose, I could watch it. Last […]
It’s official. Our family is switching over from the high five to the fist bump. I’ll admit it, this decision was made after I read last week’s NYT magazine and learned that William Safire has noticed the fist bump, thus dragging it into the public lexicon in a way I just can’t ignore. Plus, I […]
